A/N: Sorry guys, but this chapter is not a happy one. Disclaimer- I don't own Saints Row, Volition does. I only own the plot, and my OC's.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. ~George Eliot
One
Pop!
The Saints were introduced to another memory, but it was not filled with joy. They were once again in the living room, but the couple was no where in sight. Instead, there were two men, dressed in suits. One was portly, and was sporting a think mustache and a bald head. The other was lanky, and his blonde hair was slicked back with way too much gel. A blonde woman was sitting on an ottoman, her back rigid, and face somber. They were all wearing black. Which was not a good sign. Resting in the woman's arms was the Boss, sound asleep.
"I can't believe they're gone." The fat man spoke, shaking his head.
"It was so sudden too," the man next to him spoke, "damn drunk drivers."
At this the Saints gasped, realization dawning on their faces.
"No," Shaundi whispered, her hand covering her mouth in shock.
"They can't be..." Johnny murmured. They had only known Daniella's parents for a short time, but they still were in shock. Her parents, they were-
"Dead, gone forever. I still can't believe that little Danni wasn't hurt." They woman said, rocking the sleeping child in her arms.
"Their skulls were crushed and Daniella hasn't even a scratch." The blonde man spoke, shaking his head in disbelief.
"What are we supposed to do with Daniella? She obviously knows her parents are gone. You all saw how she sobbed at the funeral!" The woman replied, despair evident in her tone.
"Her aunt and uncle have offered to take full custody," the fat man spit out. It was obvious he detested the people.
"The Sodano's!? Giuseppe and Carmela? Who do they think they are! They can't just take her! We would never see her again!" The woman explained, rejecting the possibility, "They live in Italy for Christ's sake! I can't afford to make trips over there to see her!"
"We don't have a say in the matter Annabelle! They are granted custody because they are related by blood, we were just friends of her parents, we don't have a chance!" The thin man retorted, rubbing his temples.
"We can't just send her across the world! She'll never remember New Jersey! She'll never remember America!" The woman proclaimed.
"Hm, so we're in New Jersey," Kinzie observed, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, "so she wasn't born in Stilwater."
The Saints returned back to the arguing trio.
"Thats the point Anna! They don't want her to remember anything! They want to raise her like she was theirs all along." The thin man snarled.
"Why would they do that!?" The woman questioned.
"They've been trying to have a child for years now, but it isn't working, so they're adopting." Mustache man sighed in defeat.
"SO THEY THINK THEY CAN JUST HAVE DANIELLA!?" The woman roared, shaking in anger.
It was then that the Boss wiggled in her sleep, reminding Annabelle that she was holding her.
"Sorry baby," Annabelle whispered, rocking her back and forth.
"They will give her things we can not," the thin man informed. "They practically own Italy."
"Oh yeah, the man is a gang leader, how fitting for Danni." The woman snorted.
"Woah,woah,woah, wait! Daniella is going to grow up with a gang member?" Pierce sputtered incredulously.
"Well that explains a lot." Oleg deadpanned.
"There isn't a thing we can do Anna! We have lost this fight, so stop protesting!" The bald man shouted.
Daniella woke up from the ruckus, and began to sob. The girl tried to calm her down, but it was no use. As the Saints were being torn from the memory, they could hear Daniella wailing.
"MOMMY! DADDY!"
A/N: Holla. Well it was bound to happen sometime... Thanks for reading. Reviews are greatly appreciated. PM me if you have any suggestions. I got the story pretty much planned out, but if I get a good idea I'll put it in for consideration.